THE_SPACE_BEAN_STORY [ORIGINAL TEXT]

Chapter 11

finally got it in.

"I'm off," she said.

"Don't kill anyone," Cyan was still holding the bandages up to his eye.

"I won't, I promise."

"Good," he replied. "I don't think I trust this guy anymore, though." he laughed.

"Pink, no killing for you either, kay?" White paused at the frame of the door. She might not come back this time. "We don't know if that juice stuff revives more than once. It'd be safe so save it for later."

"Aye aye, cap'n." he saluted. White chuckled.

"Now I'm really off!" White yelled as she ran out the door, her stomach still stinging a bit. It'll be fine, she told herself. I'll just go over for a chat, give her a piece of my mind while I'm at it.

She first checked in the upper reactor, no Black. Then to the security camaras. She might see Black there. No Black, but Yellow was there. Yellow was always there. He was always hovering around the camaras, searching for something to find. He never did, though, just looking at innocent crewmates doing their tasks. More than one of these crewmates, White realized, was not innocent. One had killed Brown, and the other, well, the other had killed her.

"Hey, Yellow," White entered the room with caution. She didn't know which of her friends was a killer. It would be safe to avoid all the suspicious people.

"White!" Yellow turned around, startled. "Need anything?"

"Yes, actually, have you seen Black anywhere on the camaras?" White asked.

"Uhm.. Yes... Why? Is she not with you? What happened?" He was asking lots of questions. White was a little overwhelmed.

"Uh, yeah. We had a little fight and she stormed off somewhere. I don't know where she went." White calmed down. It was fine. She would just have a chat. Just a chat.

"Oh, okay. I saw her in Nav a little while ago," he paused. "Good luck."

"Thanks..." White could tell that he was 'picking up what she was putting down.' White quickly left the room as Yellow nodded her off. Now to go find Black.

White waved at Lime and Green as they were doing trash, a visual task, White ruled them out in her mind. She knew who the real imposter was, and she was going to go talk to her.

But then she realized.

Author's note: realized what?! Find out next Tuesday 😏